Day Ten: My Favorite NFL Stars Part One

It is late. I don't know why I wait so late. Yes, I do, because lately I've been just trying to come up with topics.  Forty topics in forty days is rather a leap for me. Normally, I would write once a week and only during football season. So, this has been a bit different.  Anyway...

Tonight, in honor of my favorite players birthday, I am going to do a list of my favorite players.  I'm going to divide it into two parts.  Part one will cover retired players, while part two will cover current NFL players. These are players that I simply loved to watch play every Sunday afternoon.  Some, I just loved to watch, but all helped to make football my favorite sport.

#10-Shawne Merriman-Linebacker, San Diego Chargers.  I didn't want to like Shawne Merriman. He played for the enemy, but 1) he was cute, 2) he had that back story that would make Annie cry, and he would do the most horrible things to quarterbacks. He almost reminded me of Derrick Thomas. I know there are Chiefs fans who will hate me for saying that, but man, when Merriman was at his best he was so dang quick. Seriously, if it hadn't been for that game in Tennessee, and a bad decision to play on a bum wheel, who knows how good he could have been.  Still liked watching him play though, sue me.

#9-Junior Seau-Linebacker, San Diego Chargers.  I originally liked to look at Junior Seau.  Plus, he had an awesome name for a linebacker, SAY-ow!  Seau was a tremendous linebacker with a great smile, a big heart, and a penchant for destroying my Chiefs.  I was bummed that he (like Tony G.) never won a Super Bowl.  It's been almost three years, and I still can't believe the tragic way his life ended. He will be inducted into the NFL Hall of Fame in the Class of 2015.

#8-Steve Young-Quarterback, San Francisco 49ers. I didn't like Young at first.  He was taking Montana's place, and I didn't like it one bit. Young, though, grew on me.  Even though I always rooted for Joe to beat him when they played each other, no one was cheering louder than me when he finally won Super Bowl XXIX.  HOF Class of 2005.

#7-Ronnie Lott-Cornerback/Safety, San Francisco 49ers.  Yes, I'm aware he played for other teams, including a brief stint with the Kansas City Chiefs, but I loved watching him play for the 49ers. This guy was one of the toughest men in the NFL.  He had part of his finger amputated for goodness sakes!  HOF Class of 2000.

#6-Will Shields-Offensive Guard, Kansas City Chiefs.  Will Shields was a part of one of the greatest offensive lines in Kansas City Chiefs history, if not NFL history.  He blocked for Marcus Allen, Priest Holmes, and that guy I'd rather not talk about. 223 consecutive games, an iron man at guard. 12 time Pro Bowler, and now a member of the Hall of Fame Class of 2015.

#5-Marcus Allen-Running Back, Kansas City Chiefs.  Yes, I know he had his best years with a team that shall not be named, but when he moved over to the Chiefs, I could legitimately root for him. He was handsome and still better never lost a game to that team while he was a Chief.  Even at the tail-end of his career during his five years with the Chiefs he scored 44 touchdowns, averaged about 740 rushing yards a season, and about 230 receiving yards. HOF Class of 2003.

#4-Jerry Rice-Wide Receiver, San Francisco 49ers. Remember, this is not a Greatest of all time list. It's my favorite players list. What's not to love?  First, he's from my home state of Mississippi, and he is literally the greatest receiver to ever play the position. Fun was watching Montana to Rice, especially in that 55-10 beatdown on Elway and the Broncos, and later Young to Rice. He still holds practically every record at the position.  Yes, I know he played for other teams.  I just don't acknowledge those years.  My prerogative. HOF Class of 2010.

#3-Derrick Thomas-Linebacker, Kansas City Chiefs.  Derrick Thomas is the reason I became a Kansas City Chiefs fan. While I never have been nor ever will be an Alabama fan, I could not help but fall for this guy's play.  He was every quarterback's nightmare and still holds the single game sack record. He embarrassed more offensive lines than the law would allow, but his time was cut tragically short by an accident that claimed his life.  Hard to believe that has been 15 years. Still miss him.  RIP DT.  HOF Class of 2009.

#2-Joe Montana, Quarterback, San Francisco 49ers/Kansas City Chiefs. See what I did there. Most of these players I only acknowledged the teams that I actually would admit they played for. Joe Montana played for my two favorite teams.  He was my first football hero.  You like Tom Brady? Keep him, for me, Joe Montana is the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. Never lost a Super Bowl, Brady. Never lost a Super Bowl... HOF Class of 2000.

#1-Tony Gonzalez, Tight End, Kansas City Chiefs/Atlanta Falcons. I have followed his entire career, perhaps a little too closely. I didn't think he was going to make it at the start, but I'm glad he is stuck around for another 16 years, and in the process, became the one of the greatest (I say the greatest)tight end of all time. Watching him catch a pass was a thing of beauty, and I was fortunate enough to see him catch his 100th and 101st touchdowns in person. If Derrick Thomas made me a Chiefs fan, Tony G. helped keep me in the Red and Gold.  Although I listed the Falcons, I still haven't forgiven them for that abomination of a last season they awarded him with, and unlike most fans, I didn't feel disrespected in the least when he dunked at Arrowhead.  Alas, he was the last on this list to retire taking his trademark dunk with him.  Happy birthday, Tony Gonzalez, hope to see you with the NFL HOF Class of 2019 or 2020 depending on whether or not he actually filed that pesky paperwork...

That's it. My favorite players. Remember, not a list of the greatest of all time, just mine.

Until next time, "Winners, I am convinced, imagine their dreams first. They want it with all their heart and expect it to come true. There is, I believe, no other way to live."-Joe Montana

Super Bowl Sunday!!!

Hello again, everybody!  Sorry I was MIA last week...Grad school takes precedence over practically everything these days...(4 more months!)  What has happened since we last met?  Donald Driver announced his retirement.  Ray Lewis was accused of taking some funktified form of a banned substance.  Manti Te'o's fake girlfriend was actually a dude pretending to be a girl.  Adrian Peterson won the NFL MVP and Offensive MVP.  Congratulations!!! Peyton Manning won Comeback player of the year.  J. J. Watt won Defensive player of the year.  Robert Griffin, III won Offensive Rookie of the year.  Luke Kuechly wons Defensive Rookie of the Year. Brett Favre and Aaron Rodgers had an interesting moment at the NFL Honors.

My Top Ten Favorites-NFL Players

Sorry, I've been away so long, but I have been busy at the real job. I've decided that I want to have a little fun with my blog. I can't take all of the credit. It was a trending topic on Twitter-100 things about me. Most of my followers by now know that I have ADD and sitting still long enough to write 100 things about myself is well...difficult. While I'm not going to do the 100, I'm going try each week to throwout a My top ten. It may be things I like, things I dislike, or just something that caught my attention. Besides, there may not be a football season, and I won't have a heck of a lot else to talk about until the season (if there is one) starts. My first top 10 list is my favorite NFL Players. Not the greatest of all time, but my favorites

Congratulations, Jerry!!!

As a little girl growing up in Natchez, Mississippi, my grandmother was probably the most influential person in my life. One of the things I will always be grateful for her introducing me to is football. My grandmother for some inexplicable reason loved the San Francisco 49ers. She never explained how a lady born and raised in Natchez loved the 49ers. Thus as a little kid, I too was a 49ers fan. Joe Montana was and still is my all-time favorite football player, but in 1985, the 49ers drafted this upstart Wide Receiver from Mississippi Valley State University. It wasn't long before this young man was giving Joe Montana competition for my football affections.

I watched him as he and Joe led the 49ers to two more Super Bowls and added Super Bowl MVP to his resume in Super Bowl XXIII, and later, get over Steve Young's release to add another Super Bowl Ring to his collection. Even as my loyalty defected to the Kansas City Chiefs in 1990, I still rooted for my 49ers. I watched as he recovered from a massive knee injury in 1997, and returned before the doctors wanted him to. I watched as he began to rack up NFL record after NFL record. I was devastated when left the 49ers in 2000 to go to the Raiders, so I pretended that he retired while continued to add to his numbers with the Raiders.

I watched as he racked up 13 Pro Bowl selections, 11 All Pros, Pro Bowl MVP, 197 receiving touchdowns (208 total), 1549 receptions, 22895 receiving yards (23540 total). I watched in 2006 when he signed a one day contract to retire as a San Francisco 49er, the way it should be. Today, I will watch as he joins my other favorites Bill Walsh (Class of 1993), Walter Payton (Class of 1993), Joe Montana (Class of 2000), Ronnie Lott (Class of 2000), Steve Young (Class of 2005), Marcus Allen (Class of 2003), Derrick Thomas (Class of 2009), and Rod Woodson (Class of 2009).

Congratulations to the Hall of Fame Class of 2010: Russ Grimm | Rickey Jackson | Dick LeBeau | Floyd Little | John Randle |Emmitt Smith

A special congratulations from Diana Dishes to the Greatest Wide Receiver of all-time Jerry Rice. You will always have a special place in my heart and the heart of 49ers fans everywhere. Thank you for showing that good things do come from the state of Mississippi! We are proud of you! Congratulations #80, immortality awaits you!

Fans, Stans, or Groupies...

Happy Monday, everybody. Like most relationships, I have a love/hate relationship with Twitter. Last night, some people were dropping some knowledge that sort of irked me. It reminded me of a quote one young man dropped a few weeks ago. This young man who shall heretofore remain nameless made the following generalization that women who follow sports are either groupies or gay (I won't repeat what he actually said, because I find that term offensive). I took exception to this comment, because I am not a groupie or gay, and I love sports. Most of my blog is devoted to my love of sports.

As far back as I can remember, I've followed sports. My Grandmother introduced me to sports. She was hopelessly devoted to the New Orleans Saints and the San Francisco 49ers. My oldest cousins were mostly boys with whom I was not going to play "dollies." It was tackle football (mostly on gravel, no wonder my legs are jacked up), stinger baseball (which is played with a tennis ball, which is used basically to nail you as you round 1st, 2nd, 3rd or even if you are safe), and track (which often included one of them trying to trip you out of the starting gate). Even hide and seek turned into a contact sport. When it was over, it was into our grandmother's house to watch football (They liked mostly like the Cowboys, while I was a 49ers fan [converted to the Chiefs in the 90s]), basketball (They were and still are Lakers fans, while I supported and still support the Celtics), and wrestling (They [surprise] rooted for the bad guys, and I rooted for the babyfaces). Thursday nights, we went to junior high school football games, Friday nights high school football games. The reason I joined the band was because I couldn't play football, and this would get me into all the games for free. Two of my cousins were pretty good football players, one even played for Mississippi College. My uncle who is a workaholic, would always turn to me for information on any and all of his favorite players and teams. I was my family's walking talking version of ESPN.

When I was in 7th grade, I had a final growth spurt and shot up to 5' 4". My P.E. teacher thought it would be a good idea for me to join the basketball team, as I was one of the taller girls. She thought. I sucked. One, there was a reason I was in band. I had no coordination, and band was spent mostly in a chair. Two, the running. Like my favorite baseball player, David Justice, I wasn't that keen on all those damn laps. Three, I can't shoot a basket to save my life. To leave practice, we would have to shoot 10 free throws in a row. I would be the last girl there with only one or two baskets. I would shoot until she felt sorry for me. After two days, we both realized that this was a bad idea. *Shrug*

I grew up with Joe Montana and the catch, loved Dwight Clark, Jerry Rice, Roger Craig, Ronnie Lott, Brent Jones, Derrick Thomas, Neil Smith, Cornelius Bennett, Bruce Smith, Darryl Talley, Rod Woodson, hated Danny White, Tony Dorsett (I don't really hate him. He seems like a nice dude, but he wore the star), Troy Aikman, Emmitt Smith, Michael Irving, John Elway, basically all things Denver, Dallas and Oakland. When I was younger, I wasn't looking at these guys going, "OMG, Becky, they are gorgeous." Mostly, because they weren't. I watched sports for the pure athleticism, for the head knocking, and the trash talking (which was the only reason I remotely like Shannon Sharpe). I loved it!

I admit as I started Jr. High school, I started realizing how cute some athletes were. While my friends had Michael Jackson, Bon Jovi, New Edition, or NKOTB on their walls, on their binders and in their lockers, mine were covered with David Justice, Rod Woodson, Warren Moon, Joe Montana, Jerry Rice, and Derrick Thomas. When I started college, while the girls were watching 90210 and Melrose Place in our lobby, I was across the alley at the rec hall watching the Braves or the NFL with the guys, who were often at a loss for words at my ability to learn and spout off facts, or the fact that I would give them a hearty STFU without fear of retaliation. Most of my friends were athletes; most of my boyfriends were athletes. Not because, that's what I was looking for, it was with whom I was hanging out.

Now, I will fully admit the only reason I have remotely rooted for the San Diego Chargers is because of one Shawne Merriman. If he ever leaves the Chargers, I will go back to ignoring them, like I basically did before he came into the league. I almost did when they fired Marty Schottenheimer. I honestly rooted for the Saints, because they are considered our "hometeam" and Darren Sharper. Reggie Bush? Uh, no. "Sideline" Reggie is cute, but I can't really think of one thing I would like to hear him talk about. The gay aspect, I am not gay. I love men. So, why wouldn't I watch sports that have the finest specimen of the opposite sex. It's why I watch movies, too. That doesn't mean I want to jump the bones of every single guy on the screen. I love Don Cheadle the actor; it doesn't mean I want to be his baby momma. Add Forrest Whittaker and Morgan Freeman to that list.

I love 48 Hours, but I'm gonna keep it on the real. I pay more attention to the story when it's told by Troy Roberts rather than Peter Van Sant. Why do you have to degrade women? Let's keep it real. You boys watched Tomb Raider minamally for the action and maximally for Angelina Jolie and her boobs. You watched Transformers for the action and Megan Fox, clearly storyline was not important with that film. I'm the girl who was pissed that they added too much of the love story between Aragorn and Arwen in the Lord of the Rings.

I love fantasy football. I'm in a league with several of my former students, and I join a couple of other leagues every year. I'm not the best fantasy player, but I know enough to have won two championships, two second place finishes, three third place finishes, in addition to finishing last and next to last twice each. I don't look to find a husband in these leagues. My goal is to take them down. It makes me feel better for every bruise that my cousins gave me.

We don't call men groupies who solely watched Monster's Ball or Swordfish to see Halle Berry naked. We don't call men gay who watch soap operas (My favorite baseball player David Justice said he loved The Young and The Restless). So, why do you feel the need to generalize women who like sports as groupies, Stans, or gay? I am well aware that there are women who watch sports for those reasons, but most of us are genuine fans. I admit that I might be a Stan when it comes to Tony Gonzalez or Shawne Merriman, but give me one reason, I'm still a fan of the Chiefs if not for my love for the team...I'll wait...

I'm also not delusional. I know that I have a snowball's chance in my backyard of meeting, much less doing anything with any of these guys at any time. I'm a dumpy, fat chick who likes watching the best of the best knock the snot out of each other every Sunday, Monday, some Thursdays, and Saturdays, and if they happen to be a good looking dude, well that's all the better.

Until next time, "I feel like I'm the best, but you're not going to get me to say that."-Jerry Rice

We interrupt this regularly scheduled entry to bring you the following…

What’s up, gang? Well, normally, I give you the ends and outs of how lame my fantasy teams are, but as the title says, I want to digress from my normal to write a fan letter. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, but it’s my blog, and I’ll fawn if I want to…

For those of you in the know, I am a Chiefs/49ers fan. I have divided loyalty, if you must blame someone blame Joe Montana. Anyway, I grew up a Niners fan, but the first time I saw Derrick Thomas play, I became a Chiefs fan. Fast forward to 2000, Joe Montana had long retired, and Derrick Thomas past away. I was so heartbroken that I stopped watching football, until I passed tv one day and saw Tony Gonzalez make a catch, and I was hooked again.

I say that to get to my entry tonight. In 2005, I saw this dude named Shawne Merriman for the first time. I had no idea who he was, because (a) he played for the Chargers, and (b) he was ending Priest Holmes career at the time. (We didn’t know that for sure, of course.) Immediately, I hated him. I hated him with a passion. I wanted Tony Gonzalez to smash him in the mouth and do Merriman’s “Lights out” dance over him. The following year, yeah, I still hated him. It was after a Chiefs game that he received his steroids suspension. I, along with Chiefs nation, celebrated. I wanted him to appeal so he would be suspended during the next Chiefs/Chargers meetings (just to give my quarterbacks a break-Dude has six sacks against my Chiefs. He has sacked every Chiefs quarterback, except Cassell [yet] since 2005.).

Fast Forward again. Tony Gonzalez is doing a Kenny Mayne segment on ESPN Sunday Morning Countdown. I’m waiting patiently for the Gonzalez segment, when I become exasperated that they are doing a Merriman segment first. I threw my hands in the air and immediately began my Herm Edwards “Ah, here we go…” reenactment. I sat down pouting, waiting impatiently for the segment to begin, so it could quickly end. Then, I heard Shawne Merriman’s story, where he came from, how difficult life had been for him, and how he had made it to the NFL. Now, I often pretend to be the hard-nosed, kick you in the butt high school teacher, but by the end of the segment, I was crying…seriously. I normally only cry when I am angry-a sure fire sign that something bad is going to happen. They kept putting the camera right into his big brown eyes, and well I, okay damnit, I was bawling. (Okay, I cried during The Color Purple, too, but I dare you not to when you see Miss Celie’s face when her son said, “Momma”-I dare you, then you judge me.)

That segment didn’t make me a Merriman fan. It was his play. Before then, I would not watch him, mostly cause I wanted the Chiefs offensive line to destroy him. But, I started watching Charger games. I liked Marty Schottenheimer, sue me. I would watch Merriman sacrifice his body every week, trying to prove his critics wrong. So, he was outspoken. So, what? He reminded me of a young Derrick Thomas, just wanting to tear a quarterback apart. I would be shocked watching him run down running backs. I would cringe when he was nailing Tom Brady, drilling Peyton Manning, and destroying all 100 quarterbacks who have taken a snap as a Chief in the past few years. (I even loved the NFL Network Commercial he did with Phillip Rivers, Antonio Gates, and Lorenzo Neal.)

I was watching that game in 2007, when the Tennessee Titans delivered a cheap shot to his knee after they mistakenly believed that Merriman had delivered a cheap shot on quarterback Vince Young. Upon further review, Vince Young actually ran into Merriman (no offense, Vince, but that was funny as all get out. I just kept rewinding and rewinding...) Uh-uhm, long story short, he injured his knee. Most though just a sprain, after all he played in the playoffs on it, and then the Pro Bowl. We later found out that he probably should have gotten an operation shortly after the end of the season. We found out he had two damaged ligaments in his knee. After the advice of many, he shut it down after one game in 2008. Now, look I have torn cartilage in my knee. I should have surgery. My doctor keeps reminding me. Look, a paper cut takes me out of the game. Until my knee falls off, I’m not getting an operation. That’s my prerogative. It was Merriman’s, too. It was his knee, not yours, not mine.

So, now he’s back. I’ve heard about his workouts. I have Twitter, duh, I’m a fan… “Hello!” He only has 3 tackles, uh-huh, I’ve read the papers. (Those of you obsessed with numbers, go check out the numbers of Julius Peppers, James Harrison, and DeMarcus Ware, I'll wait...) People are ready to write him off after only 4 games. Okay…I’m not one of those people. So, he’s a spokesperson (uhm, so is Peyton Manning), and so he is a little Hollywood (yeah, you have seen Tom Brady & Romo& Reggie in the tabs, right). So, what’s your point? Don’t give me that Labor Day brouhaha, with you know who. Yeah, I don’t care. I have been around football players my whole life. It usually takes a while to get your sea legs back. It just does. He can’t stay in the pocket like Brady, McNabb, and Palmer (the quarterbacks many are comparing him, too). I’m not jumping off the Merriman bandwagon. San Diego should be happy they have him. Even with his bad knee, he’s better than many of the “healthy” linebackers (and I use that term loosely) on the Chiefs. If you “fans” in San Diego don’t want him, I would love to have him on either of my teams (Merriman and Patrick Willis, awe-some). There are only two players that I look forward to watching play every week-Tony Gonzalez and Shawne Merriman, and nothing the nay sayers have to whine about either is going to change that. So, Good Luck, Shawne with the rest of your season. Your real fans have got your back. I wish you much health and many sacks. I want to end this letter with one of my favorite Dr. Seuss quotes, “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.”

Now, back to my regularly scheduled whine about my teams…

Questioning My Fanhood

There is something that you guys should know about me. First of all, I have ADD, and no it was not adult onset I have always have it. Thank God, I'm not ADHD. So the idea that I can follow or do anything for an extended period of time is amazing. Guitar, lasted two lessons so far. Spanish, lasted two months. Lost, I was lost after two years. I mean, right now I am writing this blog, Twittering, and checking my Facebook.

The one thing that I have always managed to maintain my love of football. It started watching my oldest cousin pound the pigskin against our local high school rivals. Then, I saw Joe Montana. I immediately became a San Francisco 49ers. Although I could not see every game, I could not wait until Sunday to watch Joe, John Taylor, Roger Craig, Jerry Rice, Tom Rathman, well you catch my drift. One of my favorite Super Bowl memory was Joe Montana and Jerry Rice dropping a double nickel on Elway and the Broncos in Super Bowl XXIV. I like most Niners fans had a healthy disdain for the Cowboys, Raiders, and later the Packers and the Broncos.

Now even though I was a 49ers fan, I had brief flirtations with other players. PLAYERS, not teams. Sure, I rooted for the Buffalo Bills in all four of their Super Bowls, but as Niners fan I could not root for any NFC team. As I was saying, flirtations with players on other teams. Rod Woodson, Cornelius Bennett, Deion Sanders, Junior Seau were a few, but there was only one player who caused me to question my fanhood-Derrick Thomas.

Now unlike Rod Woodson who was talented (but let's face it, if he were not cute, I would never have watched the Steelers), he could not tempt me to leave the Niners, but Derrick Thomas and Neil Smith did. I started cheating on my Niners with the Kansas City Chiefs. Keep in mind, in my hometown, we had a better chance of seeing the Chiefs than the Niners, and nothing was finer than Derrick Thomas breaking a quarterback in the morning. Then, I was devestated to learn that Joe Montana was being traded-until I learned it was to the Kansas City Chiefs. All of a sudden it went from my Niners to my Chiefs. I actually found myself rooting against the Niners when the played against my Chiefs. Marty, Joe, the formerly hated Marcus Allen, and Derrick Thomas, what was there not love. Then, they drafted Tony Gonzalez. I was addicted. Then, tragedy struck. Derrick Thomas passed away in 2000. For the first time in my life, I didn't want to watch football.

Then in 2004, I discovered NFL Network by accident on my satellite, and they were showing Chiefs game. I saw Tony Gonzalez leap into the air and score in the endzone, and once again, I was hooked-it was a full on addiction. I could not get enough and, thanks to the NFL Network and the internet, I didn't have to. Everything started out well, but quickly it began to fall apart, and now five years later, I am now questioning my Chiefs fanhood. First of all, I don't like Scott Pioli, nor Todd Haley. I don't know them personally, but they seem to be arrogant jerks. I could be wrong. They keep dropping players right and left; I don't recognize my team. They trade Tony Gonzalez to Atlanta. They haven't made up their mind about Brian Waters and Larry Johnson. Maybe they will, maybe they won't trade Glenn Dorsey. I can't wrap my mind around it. Meanwhile, the Chiefs have won six games in two seasons. That said, outside of Tony Gonzalez, no player for the Chiefs have done anything on the field worthy of admiration. I know most of the blame fell on Herm Edwards and Carl Peterson, but the players didn't do a heck of a lot on the field where it matters.

The 49ers are getting better, but they are in the same boat. Vernon Davis showed flashes, and Patrick Willis is awesome, but neither of them, have impressed me enough to bring me back into the fold. What is a girl to do? I still root for both teams; I still bleed red and gold (both shades), but I need to see something this season. I don't have the stamina to be like the Cubs fans. It has been a long time for both teams (Chiefs, longer of course). There, of course, is this other linebacker who reminds me a lot of the havoc that Derrick Thomas wrecked upon the AFC West. I already find myself watching him more than the Chiefs (mostly because I have Dish Network, and the Chiefs are rarely shown thanks to Lord Favre, Peyton, Eli, and the Saints. I watch a lot of the San Diego Chargers because of the nationals. Even so, I hope TG has a good season in Atlanta (not too good, we need a good draft pick next year considering the Chiefs have nothing this year to show for this trade. I swear, it was like trading a mint condition 1997 Rolls Royce, for what Ford might roll off the line next year.) But, I will not be rooting for the Falcons, just TG, while I hope my Chiefs and Niners get off the skids. I will keep questioning my fanhood, and find myself cheering for the Chiefs and the Niners, even if they go 3-13.

Go Chiefs!!!!!!!!!!! Go Niners!!!!!!!!!